Zhu Minglang was startled by them.
For a moment, Zhu Minglang thought that the place had become desolate and that he was dreaming of a scene from thousands of years ago.
"I am Fu Chen, your..." Zhu Minglang was about to reply.
But before he could finish his sentence, a woman dressed in cyan-black bird clothes, sporting a beautiful hairpin and her hair done up in a cloud bun, revealing her delicate white neck with the elegance of a swan, briskly walked over.
"This is one of our Stranded Guests from Dragon Tail Mountain. Every year, people get lost at the boundary's end and fall here through some mysterious spatial power. Disciples of the gods, there's no need to worry," said the woman in the cyan-black bird clothes, smiling gently as she explained.
"But aren't the inhabitants of Dragon Tail Mountain generally women?" asked the man who initially questioned Zhu Minglang.